The eyes of Mrs. Hernandez grew frightful and worried as what felt like two fiery daggers clamped into her ankle, a frightful burning occurring as the snake’s venom glands pumped liquid death into her right leg. She sunk down on the ground in both pain and despair, watching as the horrible creature continued to milk itself into her body. She looked up at Vulpes, tears streaming down her eyes as she silently begged the man who she had given lodging, to make this dreadful instance end. Vulpes did nothing but watch as the woman cried, secretly thrilled by the fate he had caused this incidental and primarily worthless person from the wasteland.
Finally the snake disengaged, and returned to it’s coil, sensing the heat of the other body in the room and figuring it wasn’t alone. Realizing he was in danger, Vulpes then swooped down and lopped the coil in half, catching the head of the snake, and throwing it into the fire.
“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” Mrs. Hernandez asked, unable to fear this stranger, her life now forfeit.
Vulpes said nothing in response, instead he leaned down and caressed the lower part of her jaw with his fingers. She was beautiful to him in this moment. She trembled, savoring her soon to be death with a clarity of vision that was missing from the eyes of most people. For a moment she seemed to him sinless, a perfect beautiful widow and mother, encased in glass for him to watch as she twisted and finally faded from life.
“Maybe you can suck it out,” She begged. “I saw that in a hollow tape once. This hero sucked the poison out of the heroin's snake bite. I don’t have to die.”
“Your death is certain,” Vulpes responded with a gentleness to his voice that only barely masked his excitement. “It is best if you just accept what is going to happen to you. Think of how you want Julia to see you face this.”
Mrs. Hernandez started to weep miserably at the mention of her daughter. She seemed even more brilliant to Vulpes now, weeping for the loss her child would now feel at her orphanage. He petted her hair, watching her as she begged, pleaded, made a million deals with God. He stayed with her here, for the better part of an hour, while her daughter was out hanging with her friends, trying to get a courier job. Alone, he savored as she finally broke, gave up and returned to that dull quite calm that had initially drawn him to her. It was at this moment that she did something unexpected.
“There is a gun in my room, in a safe,” she said, unwilling to move from the spot where the extent of her lifetime was determined, “Please get it for me.”
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Set Me On Fire (2b)
Date: 2011-12-08 05:32 pm (UTC)Finally the snake disengaged, and returned to it’s coil, sensing the heat of the other body in the room and figuring it wasn’t alone. Realizing he was in danger, Vulpes then swooped down and lopped the coil in half, catching the head of the snake, and throwing it into the fire.
“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” Mrs. Hernandez asked, unable to fear this stranger, her life now forfeit.
Vulpes said nothing in response, instead he leaned down and caressed the lower part of her jaw with his fingers. She was beautiful to him in this moment. She trembled, savoring her soon to be death with a clarity of vision that was missing from the eyes of most people. For a moment she seemed to him sinless, a perfect beautiful widow and mother, encased in glass for him to watch as she twisted and finally faded from life.
“Maybe you can suck it out,” She begged. “I saw that in a hollow tape once. This hero sucked the poison out of the heroin's snake bite. I don’t have to die.”
“Your death is certain,” Vulpes responded with a gentleness to his voice that only barely masked his excitement. “It is best if you just accept what is going to happen to you. Think of how you want Julia to see you face this.”
Mrs. Hernandez started to weep miserably at the mention of her daughter. She seemed even more brilliant to Vulpes now, weeping for the loss her child would now feel at her orphanage. He petted her hair, watching her as she begged, pleaded, made a million deals with God. He stayed with her here, for the better part of an hour, while her daughter was out hanging with her friends, trying to get a courier job. Alone, he savored as she finally broke, gave up and returned to that dull quite calm that had initially drawn him to her. It was at this moment that she did something unexpected.
“There is a gun in my room, in a safe,” she said, unwilling to move from the spot where the extent of her lifetime was determined, “Please get it for me.”